Oh, you tried to spit in the eye of a dead man's faceAttacked the ways of a man not yet in his graveBut your hate was over all too soonBecause nothing is over, nothing's through 'til we bury youFor the love of brotherI will sing this fucking songAesthetics of hateI hope you burn in hell, goOh, the words I read on the screen left me fucking sickI felt the hatred rising, you son of a bitchYou branded us pathetic for our respectBut he made us driven, deep reverence far beyond the restFor the love of brotherI will sing this fucking wordsAesthetics of hateI hope you burn in hellOh, long live memoriesLive his freedom vicariouslyDefend tenfoldHis honor we'll always upholdFor the love of brotherI will say these fucking wordsNo silence against ignoranceIconoclast, I hope you burn, burn in hellMay the hands of God strike them downMay the hand of God strike them downMay the hand of God strike them downMay the hand of God strike them, strike themMay the hands of God strike them downMay the hands of God strike them downMay the hands of God strike them downMay the hands of God strike them